Looking at this woman who repeatedly surprised him, Murong Xiao narrowed his eyes slightly.

At this moment, her clean and pretty face was slightly flushed, her bright and lively fox-like eyes were darting around, her lips were slightly white, her face was oval, and her hands were rubbing together. She was clearly nervous to death, yet she still said such bold words.

but--

That makes sense.

Now that they are husband and wife, he should exercise his rights in a timely manner, after all, Murong Xiao never does business at a loss.

"So, how do you intend to exercise your rights?" he asked.

In an instant, Xiang Jin's face turned red all the way to the roots of her neck.

She really didn't know what to say to ease the awkwardness, so she simply threw the drawing board aside and pulled the blanket over herself.

Murong Xiao smiled.

Shy? Ha, I haven't seen a woman like that in many years, she's practically a rare species.

However, women seem unaware that their shy and gentle demeanor can arouse a man's protective instincts, stir his heart, and awaken his most primal wildness.

While Xiang Jin was pretending to be asleep, she was silently digging a hole in her mind when a pair of hands reached out, deftly hooked around her neck, and kissed her lips.

Xiang Jin was stunned.

She subconsciously pushed him away, but the man was only made more aroused by her coy attitude and launched an even more intense offensive. Before long, the two of them were completely naked, and the room was filled with rapid breathing.

"Since you haven't made up your mind yet, I'll take action first." He panted, showering her with kisses, the heat spreading throughout her body, even making the atmosphere in the room feel hot.

……………………

This whole ordeal lasted until well past midnight.

Xiang Jin was so exhausted that he fainted, and then woke up from his unconsciousness, but he kept taking from her as if he had inexhaustible energy.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally felt satisfied and fell into a deep sleep on top of her.

I woke up at noon the next day.

There was no one around her anymore. A jumble of images flashed through her mind. Xiang Jin froze for a moment, then quickly lifted the blanket to look down. Her face immediately turned as red as a monkey's bottom.

After last night's ordeal, her body was covered in red marks, and she felt sore and weak down there that even getting out of bed and walking around was exhausting.

We were supposed to go back to our parents' home today, but it looks like we'll have to rest and go tomorrow.

She was somewhat resistant to the idea of ​​returning to her parents' home, but she wasn't actually going back; she was going to reclaim the compensation she was entitled to for taking her place in the marriage.

She wanted to see her mother.

………………

Fengrong Group.

The CEO's office.

Having just finished an emergency meeting, Murong Xiao was browsing the latest transaction data, his coffee cup to his right now empty.

"Young Master seems to be in a good mood." Su Ming refilled his cup and carefully observed his expression. In fact, not only was his mood good, but his mental state was also very good. Unlike before, when he always had a deep frown, as if someone owed him money.

"Is that so?"

The man stopped swiping the electronic screen, his gaze slightly lowered, and a smile played on his lips.

Last night... seemed more pleasurable than he had imagined. It wasn't that he had never been with a woman before, but after touching her, he suddenly felt addicted and couldn't control himself. The image of their first entanglement kept replaying in his mind, that familiar and enchanting feeling, which made him lose his sense of proportion.

Even though she was already very tired, she stubbornly persisted and refused to give in.

Those fox-like eyes last night, that dreamy look... Murong Xiao's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression unreadable.

"By the way, isn't Young Master going back to his parents' home today?" Su Ming asked.

Murong Xiao snapped out of his daze: "Returning to the bride's parents' home?"

"What, didn't your wife say? Today is the third day since your marriage, and according to custom, you should go back to your parents' home." But his boss appeared in the office, energetically holding meetings all morning.

Murong Xiao leaned back slightly, his eyes gleaming.

I guess they didn't have time.

The scene last night was so lively, it's hard to say whether she'll even be able to get up, let alone have the energy to go back to her parents' home...

"Cancel the afternoon's schedule." He picked up his coat and left the office.

………………

When they returned to Fengjia Village, Xiang Jin was planting peach trees.

A strong wind blew last night, and several saplings were bent over. She plans to bury the branches deeper so they won't be scorched by the sun and will have a higher survival rate.

Feng Jianian suddenly walked up to her.

"What are you doing?" He walked up to her and stood in front of her.

"Plant trees." Xiang Jin wrote on the muddy ground, a little dazed. This was the first time she had seen him in broad daylight.

"You...aren't you going back to your parents' home?" Seeing her wearing an apron, with her hair tied up, and her hands covered in mud, she didn't look like she was going back to her parents' home at all.

"I'll be back tomorrow," she continued writing.

"What happened to her hand?" My gaze shifted and I noticed a band-aid on her right hand, with traces of blood still wet around it.

"N-nothing..." Xiang Jin blushed. She couldn't very well say that she had fallen because her legs were weak and she couldn't stand properly, or she would lose all face for the rest of her life and the life after that.

As she was trying to figure out how to explain, Feng Jianian pulled her into the living room, took out a first-aid kit from the cabinet, and cleaned her wounds again.

"How did you get hurt?" His tone was cold and authoritative.

Xiang Jin's face turned even redder. She took out her drawing board and pen: "I...I dropped it."

He smirked, "How could you fall and get yourself all bruised like that? You're really stupid."

She didn't say anything, but she felt a little touched.

From childhood to adulthood, only her mother had ever applied medicine to her like this; no one else cared whether she lived or died.

At that time, her mother was still the nanny of the Xiang family, and she was the second young lady of the Xiang family. As the nanny, Jiang Anqing was thoughtful in everything she did, and was even more like a mother than her own mother. She was the gentle and considerate Aunt Jiang in her heart.

As Xiang Jin grew older, she looked more and more like Xiang Qi, which made Li Shuhui dislike her even more, and she often beat and scolded her. Xiang Jin often hid under the covers and cried secretly. At this time, Jiang Anqing would always come in with medicine and secretly apply it to her while wiping away her tears.

In the Xiang family, she was closest to Jiang Anqing.

When Jiang Anqing was in her senior year of high school, her family asked her to return to her hometown, but she firmly refused: "My daughter is here, I would rather die than leave!"

Li Shuhui overheard this.

Under torture and forced confession, Jiang Anqing finally admitted that Xiang Jin was her biological daughter.

When she gave birth to her daughter in the hospital, knowing she couldn't raise her, she secretly placed Xiang Jin next to Xiang Qi, hoping she could be adopted by the Xiang family.

Seeing the chubby and well-behaved child, Li Shuhui was indeed moved by kindness. Thinking that her daughter also needed someone to serve her tea and water and take care of her daily life from childhood, she kept Xiang Jin.

“My daughter eats from my house, and you eat from my house too, so shouldn’t this house still belong to you?” Li Shuhui couldn’t tolerate Jiang Anqing’s deception and sent her to a mental hospital in a fit of anger.

The mental hospital in Huadu is even more terrifying than a prison. Patients are not only subjected to mental control and abuse, but may even be sexually assaulted. There was a patient who gave birth to six children, but no one knows who the father of the children is.